Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.